As Luo Yan looked around, he saw that the entire ancient city seemed to have been overrun by alien races.
Heaven knew how many alien races were gathered here.
Luo Yan had never taken these alien races too seriously.
When facing humans or even tanks, these alien races might pose a considerable threat.
But before mechs—especially the Divine Engine—they were hardly a threat at all.
However, there were simply too many of them. On top of that, the shamans among them could make their dead clansmen rise again, and they were Immortal and Indestructible.
So while they could not really be called a threat, they were still irritating.
They were like a mosquito constantly buzzing around you. It could not hurt you, but it was still incredibly annoying.
Thus, Luo Yan began searching for the shamans among the alien races. However, finding a shaman in this vast sea of alien races, scattered across the mountains and plains, was easier said than done.
After sending many more alien races flying with another sword strike, Luo Yan shouted, "Fire Yang True Lord!"
The alien race Zaren had subdued earlier had said that they feared the God of Fire. They believed the God of Fire would bring them utter destruction and make them suffer eternally in purgatory.
If that was true, perhaps seeing Fire Yang True Lord would scare these alien races away.
With the intention of giving it a try, Luo Yan released his primordial spirit.
Behind Zhurong, crimson-gold flames surged into the sky. After being tempered by Pure Yang True Fire, Fire Yang True Lord's divinity had become increasingly pure. Even the Crimson Essence Fire now radiated a trace of majestic heavenly might.
Thus, when the crimson-gold flames appeared, the alien races that had been charging toward Zhurong all stopped dead